February 2020 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Chasing the moon

Step outside yourself and let us chase the moon, do not let the misanthrope break the thread woven through every loom. Waken! Up you go! Hold my hand and run- the moon is up ahead of us, shadowed by the sun which rises in its stead but chase it yes we must! Dispelling all theContinue reading “Chasing the moon”

The land of make believe

When I lay me down to sleep will I dream of the phantom gone – the shadow lost to time and thought of a mountain aerie, a glen secluded deep in the echo of veracity. Waking I find the echo besieged by the putting of fibs in the realm of art with the finesse ofContinue reading “The land of make believe”

Brecht on wheels

The autocrat remarks ‘vassal shine my shoes.’ Herr Keuner*, he responds ‘the cotton is full of wool.’ The autocrat holds forth ‘oh peon bake my bread.’ Herr Keuner bestows voice to the mice behind walls. At St. Peter’s Gate the autocrat implores ‘oh vassal own my deeds.’ Herr Keuner with his shovel replies with aContinue reading “Brecht on wheels”